Entries from February 3, 2008 - February 9, 2008
THE Mommy
Snow, snow go away
Don’t come back another day
This winter so sucks
I know it’s not fair
For me to complain so much
I missed six whole weeks
Aruba, heaven
The two are the same to me
I want to go back
My body craves sun
My kids miss being naked
How about some fresh air
Eight layers of clothes
Aren’t warming my chilly bones
Perhaps a drink will?
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I was hooked first episode of season one.
I try so hard to keep up, but there’s that pesky thing about being a mom. It really gets in the way.
LOST is one of the only nighttime shows that I try to keep up with. I’ll admit, the show is a complete mind fu(k. That’s probably why it keeps my interest. Within each episode they reveal many answers, but you always leave with more questions. It’s very faced paced. You need to watch to keep up.
Sometimes I am too tired to stay up until 9pm. Sometimes the kids just won’t go down. LOST isn’t really appropriate for a 5 and 2 year old. It gives me the heebie jeebies, can’t imagine the nightmares it would give them.
Well, I missed it last night. Normally, that would totally piss me off because if you miss one episode of LOST, especially this early in the season, it’s difficult to follow.
Here’s the cool part. My SIL mentioned that you can watch episodes the next day on abc.com. SO, I checked it out. What is this?!? You say I can watch the entire episode the next day online?!? Without buying TiVo or a DVR or using my ancient VCR?!? I haven’t gotten around to buying TiVo, haven’t sat down with the manual to figure out the DVR…and do they even still make VCR tapes?
Everyone finally left for school and work this morning, so I'm checking it out. Yeah, I know. I’m supposed to be working. Shhh, don't tell.
OMG! Watching it right now. This is by far the coolest thing EVER!!
Hmm, I wonder if I can do this with Days of Our Lives too? (nope, just checked, no such luck!)
I wish Princess had a full day of kindergarten today. I have to pick her up in less than 2 hours and I’ve accomplished nothing...except finish my cup of tea without having to reheat it, watch LOST and write this post. I guess that's an accomplishment.
Do you watch LOST too? Got any other shows that you just can’t miss?
(To catch you newbie readers up...we went on a 3 week vacation to Aruba. We had a daily conversation about not wanting to leave. My husband had to go back to work, but I Just Said No to leaving Aruba and stayed for 3.5 more weeks with the kids.)
In celebration of upcoming Valentine's Day, I thought I'd share an email that my husband sent me. He's totally going to kill me.
(Hi honey, that's what you get for reading my blog!).
He has never been the schmoopy romantic type. The first time I told him that I missed him...we had a bit of a long distance relationship at first and only saw eachother on weekends...well, he said that was 'pathetic". SO, needless to say, I certainly don't have a box of love letters stored away from when we dated. We didn't even videotape our wedding...I really have no proof of him pledging his undying love that day...other than the legal marriage certificate and an album full of pictures.
This is, by far, the sweetest thing he's ever written to me. Wait, I think it's the only thing he's ever written to me that could be categorized as a "love letter". He wrote it after being apart from us for 3 weeks and while he was travelling for work.
Here it is:
"Hi,
I’m really having a hard time sleeping. It started when I came home in January. It must be because I miss everyone. I even tried having a couple drinks with B *, no such luck! He’s out like a baby and here I am on the computer...[yada, yada, yada, skip to the good stuff...]
I’ve been thinking a lot about us lately. I certainly don’t want to jinx myself, but I feel like we are reaching a happy place in life. Maybe it’s just that I’m not an asshole 100% of the time. I just feel like we’ve hit a good groove in our marriage. You know what I mean? I think that I know now what it means to be happy.
I’ve said it before; that I can’t envision spending my life without you. That’s true, but I am thinking about growing old with you, experiencing new things, raising our family, sharing challenges, laughter, tears. Most of all, being there for each other. Me taking care of you, and you me.
What I’m trying to say is that nothing else in the world really matters to me. You, Princess* and BamBam* - Jasper and Chester too, ok maybe not Chester so much:) are it for me. It’s that simple.
I think I’m getting sleepy. Maybe I just needed to clear my mind. I love you and can’t wait to see you on Wednesday .
Talk to you later - XO"
* Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Aww...I don't need a Valentine's gift this year. Just having those words on paper and being able to read them whenever I want is gift enough. (Although if jewelry appeared on the 14th, don't think I wouldn't accept it!)
Do you have a schmoopy spouse? What's the sweetest thing that your spouse has done for you?
Do you have any love letters? This was my first, and once he reads this post...surely it will be the last;)
(Almost) Wordless Wednesday
Last week in Aruba
This week in NH
(OK, for the record, the Aruba picture was taken a couple of weeks ago, but you get the point. Aruba = sun, NH = GREY and miserable)
Is it just me, or does the word “Caucus” make anyone else giggle?
I especially love Barack Obama’s new radio ad that ends with “Caucus for me!”
(OK, for those of you mature folks out there who can’t figure out the punchline, it sounds like he’s saying “c0ck is for me”)
Do you have any words that turn you into a giggling 12 year old? Leave me a comment…please? I’m still grouchy and could use a laugh.
To the Town of Rochester:
When you choose to weather delay school only an hour instead of the two hours like the rest of the state, could you please, please try to plow the roads a little sooner?
To the SUV driver on Ten Rod Road this morning:
Just because you are big and have four wheel drive, it does not mean that you have the right to drive over my Honda Odyssee on the incredible snowy/icy road. GET OFF MY FUCKING ASS, ASSHOLE! Riding me will not make me drive any faster. I’ve already totaled a car sliding into a tree on this road. I’m much more stubborn than you are a d-i-c-k. M-kay?!
To the future inventors of America:
Any chance one of you can configure some sort of plow truck that does not reload a pile of snow at the end of my driveway each time you plow my street? That would be lovely.
To Mother Nature:
Seriously. Enough snow already. You suck. I saw what you can accomplish in Aruba. Is NH where you go when you’re in a bad mood and want to take shit out on people?
To the company who installed my garage doors:
It’s been 4 years and I STILL do not buy the “interference” excuse as to why my fucking door doesn’t open half the time. The other side, the one with all of my husband’s shit opens just fine. It should be simple. You push the little button. The door opens. You suck.
Note to electric company:
Why the hell is my street always the first to lose power and the last to get back up and running?!? I can see a house about 100 yards from me. They always have power when we don’t. A different circuit, you say? You suck.
Note to telephone makers:
Nice that you have all this cool friggin technology these days. Call waiting, caller ID, phone book. Blah, blah, blah. Your damn phones don’t work when the power is out. Do they even sell non-cordless phones anymore??
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OK, so I’m in a bit of a mood today. Snow, an hour delay, shitty roads to drive on, rude people and no power for my return home. This is one of those days when I question why the hell we live here. I honestly don’t know the answer to that question.
Please cheer me up. Vent a little here. What’s up your butt today? Leave me a comment…yes, that means YOU too, Mr./Ms. Lurker. I know you're here...I see my stats.
It’s a horrible, no good, very bad day waking up here in New England. In case you live under a rock and didn’t hear, our perfect Patriots were upset by Eli Manning and the Giants in the Super Bowl last night. It was one of the best games I’ve ever watched, until about the last 30 seconds…when Eli was supposed to choke and the Pats were supposed to forever go into the history books at the best team in the history of all sports. So what happened?! Why did the Patriots blow the game? Was it the genius behind the Giant’s game plan? Was it the offensive line’s fault? Tom Brady was hurried, sacked and hit more times in this one game than the entire season (not an actual stat…just my observance)?!? Nope. I know the REAL reason why the Patriots lost last night. AND I knew the second I saw them step onto the field before the game even started.
Both are red. A coincidence? I think NOT.
These little red #40 sugar creations are definitely the work of the Devil. They are pure evil. Addictive as crack.
I can’t just let them sit in my mouth and dissolve. I MUST bite them and chew them up. I eat them until my jaw hurts.
They call to me…which would be fine if they lived in the grocery store 2 miles away. I wouldn’t be able to hear them. But NO, here they are in my kitchen. On the counter. Calling me. Taunting me. I am weak.
Why are they in my house? you may ask. My husband either thought I needed a little sweetening up or he is having major male PMS. Maybe a little of both. He bought them yesterday along with mini Twix bars and presented them to me like flowers. He doesn’t play fair. He can eat that crap and not put on any weight. Or at least he wears it better than me.
For future reference, flowers wouldn’t make my jaw hurt, give me cavities and make me gain back the weight I lost in Aruba.
Another work of the Devil, Valentine’s Day, is what caused his recent purchase. The good cinnamon hearts only come out around here this time of year and there was a VDay candy display. He was a victim of holiday marketing.
I know that the obvious Valentine’s Day gift of choice is jewelry, DUH. But, if you had your choice of candy or flowers, which would you prefer? Or are you one of those who doesn’t believe in Valentine’s Day?
When I was just dating my husband, he would say that he didn’t need to be told to be nice to me one day a year. He showed me he cared every day. Refused to celebrate on February 14th. I was disappointed the first couple of years. I always love a reason to give and get gifts…well, mostly the getting part. I got used to it after a while…and we were nice to each other back then.
Well, we’ve been together for about 11 years and married for almost 7. We have 2 kids and 2 dogs and 2 houses. Times have changed. We’re not that nice to each other every day. Crap, better start thinking about how to celebrate Valentine’s Day. Any suggestions?
